Paparazzi (The outsiders ff)

....................Wait what chapter is this?

I woke up in a jail cell, a few bandages wrapped around my knuckles and on my forehead. My head was pounding in my ears and my torso was killing me as I tried to recall what happened.

I cussed repeatedly at the sharp stab in the back of my head.

"Did I hurt you that bad, Dog?" I looked at Dallas Winston, who stared at the ceiling with a smoke dangling from his mouth.

The sad thing was I couldn't go to the woman's jail, I was apparently not allowed there since I could 'harm' other women. I didn't care, though.

"My head is murdering me, Grease, shut up." I rub it roughly before asking,

"How did we get here?"

"Ah, I don't know. We kicked the crap out of each other at Bucks and someone called the coppers on us." I growl,

"Stupid Dog Catchers."

He chuckled,

"Them 'dog catchers' as you call them cracked you in the back of the head mighty hard," He blew a smoke ring,

"I was afraid they'd kill you if they hit you any more times." I grin,

"A Grease worried about a Dog, something I'd never thought I'd see."

"Shut up, mutt. No one could say anything 'cuz you'd just twist it around." I flip him off.

Then it was quiet.

I looked at the clock on the wall, seeing it was somewhere around midnight. I turned over on my side and tried to get some sleep.

"Hey," A voice said, hovering over me,

"Hey kid." I make a groaning noise.

"You awake?"

"I am now." I sat up, "Whaddya want, Winston? I'm already in a hell lot of pain from the hit to the head." He grinned,

"you wanna get outta here?" I raise an eyebrow, sitting up slowly,

"Keep talking, Grease."

He looked back at the cell door,

"There's a cop there, Jim I think his name is. You know 'im?" I nod,

"Sure, I know ol' Jim. Why?"

He grinned,

"You think you could work some magic?" I raise my eyebrows,

"On Jim?"

"Course. He ain't bad lookin' is he?" I laugh, wincing at the pain in my head,

"Naw, Grease, I don't think I could do it." He motioned to the cop,

"Give it a try, Dog." I sigh, getting up,

"You're a loon, Winston." I went to the door,

"Hey, Jim." The 19 year old cop turned slightly,

"What?" I couldn't help but grin,

"I couldn't help but notice how dashing you looked today with your little cop hat."

I hear Winston snickering in the back, i stomped on his foot. Jim rolled his eyes,

"Whatever."

i chuckle, "I expected a 'Dog' from you, Jimmy." his face reddened ever so slightly at how smooth my voice was. I mentally rolled my eyes at how easy this was,

"I guess the Alpha's special, isn't she?" he scoffed,

"I never see you as a girl, mutt." I kicked the chuckling Greaser in the shin,

"ooh, that stings, Jim."

"It should."

"What, am I not good enough for you?" I ask, a tint of hurt in my voice,

"It's not my fault I have to dig through trash to find food, Jim, it's not."

Dallas' eyes widened at how my voice cracked,

"Why can't you look past that, Jim? Why can't you love me?"

I was back with Ponyboy, begging, pleading him not to leave me. To give me a chance, to love me. I was so caught up in my acting I didn't realise the look he was giving me.

"Tell me why, Jim.." I was surprised when he leaned off the wall, his thumb wiping off a tear that accidentally rolled down my face.

"I knew you were different." I hear Dallas snort, i grab his blond hair and pulled, shutting him up.

"I am." I tell him, "I'm different, Jim." my hand went to his back, sliding down to his keys.

I nearly started laughing at his shiver, I grab the keys and slipped away from him.

"I understand, Jim." I climbed in bed, being careful not to let the keys jingle,

"Hey, Dog?"

"Good night, Jim." He sighed and returned to his post. I hear Winston pat my shoulder,

"Nice job, dog. We leave tomorrow night."